I remember times where she would get up from the table because she couldn't handle the level of nuts we would go to at dinner. It was all she could do to get us to focus on anything serious. :P
Of course, our house was loud with music coming out of every room. She preferred Chicago and Air Supply. The poor woman didn't stand a chance against AC/DC, U2, Liberace and C&C Music Factory competing for space.
BUT! She could always read ANYWHERE! What a great skill!
Later in life, I realized that she had more drama than I knew as a kid. (Great Parents tend to shelter their little ones) and she learned how to escape to a happy place when she read.
It is like that for any of us who have been pummelled by storms. We can't stop them from coming so we simply find the quiet place. In the center of the tornado is the calm. It isn't where you want to be situated permanently, but like the movie Twister, Helen Hunt and Bill Paxton could ride it out there until it stopped. (As sensationalized as that was, work with me!) Some storms we can control and some we have to ride out until they pass.
I know it is too early for chocolate, but I am wondering about that caramel inside the Caramilk bar...hmmmm.
Storms should be made out of chocolate. That is my wish.
Riding this one out while the crows circle my head,
"What's the matter? Why the chatter? Stop your spatter, scatterbrain! Life is not a puzzle, but a mystery to men!"
~Scatterbrain from 'Idiot Savant'